RotF Chapter 6

Laki brings the speeder to a smooth stop at the spaceport. It’s night, and Coruscant glows, the sky crisscrossed by red lines of traffic. Droids roll industriously around the Jedi ship, getting it ready for takeoff. Enthea climbs out, planning to offer to help Obi-Wan, but he cuts her off with a look.

Enthea gets the message and silently follows the two Jedi masters up the stairs to the platform, but pauses. A lone figure stands between them and the ship. Enthea has never seen her before, but she wears the robes of a Jedi.

As they approach, the Jedi lowers her hood. She’s a Theelin, and Enthea doesn’t recognize her. Her pale, human-like skin is covered in dark spots, and she has distinctive Theelin horns. Her hair is bright blue, spiky, and robust. She smiles.

“Masters,” she greets them in a low, husky voice. She’s tall, and staring at Obi-Wan, but hiding her amusement at his appearance.

“My word. Is that you, Ryoke?” Laki says delightedly. She hurries forward and throws her arms around the Jedi, who still smiles, but keeps some dignity in the embrace. “You were a youngling when I saw you last.”

“And you were still in the good graces of the Council,” Ryoke replies. Her robes identify her as a Jedi Knight, but not a master.

“What are you doing here?” Laki asks, looking her up and down.

“I sent for her,” Obi-Wan says. “I thought we might need the help.”

“You’re afraid that I’ll walk you into a trap,” Laki tells him.

Obi-Wan doesn’t deny it.

“You’re looking well, Master Kenobi,” Ryoke remarks.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Laki asks, throwing an arm around Obi-Wan, who shrugs free.

“Spare me,” he replies.

“And this must be Enthea Ro. I’m glad to meet you,” Ryoke says politely.

Enthea ducks her head shyly.

“Where are we going?” Ryoke asks briskly.

“We’ll talk on the way. I need clothes that fit,” Obi-Wan says, hurrying toward the ship. They follow him as he goes to the ramp and makes his way up, his hands disappearing into his sleeves and the hem of his robes dragging on the metal behind him.

“He’s going to trip,” Laki predicts quietly.

“No, I won’t,” Obi-Wan calls back irritably, disappearing inside. “Ryoke, take off and set a course for Modre.”

“Yes, Master Kenobi.”

Enthea follows Laki aboard, finding Obi-Wan outside the door to her cabin.

“Isn’t this ship a bit cramped for four?” Ryoke asks, ducking into the cockpit.

“It’s got two beds,” Laki chirps. “I think it’s just right.”

“Laki, your lust will be your undoing,” Obi-Wan predicts grumpily.

“Oh, goodness. I do hope so,” Laki says, running her finger along her lips.

“Enthea, may I borrow something to wear?” Obi-Wan asks, ignoring her.

“Of course, Master,” Enthea says, opening the door for him. She goes to her luggage and takes out a set of robes and underthings, trying not to look embarrassed. He’s doing the same, but his cheeks and ears are red as he takes them, going back to his own cabin.

Enthea hears the ship’s engines warming up.

Suddenly Laki is beside her, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her into the cabin. “Now, Enthea—what we were talking about earlier. Meditation for Jedi like you and me.”

“Oh, yes,” Enthea says, remembering.

“It’s not my place to train you,” Laki goes on. “That is for Obi-Wan to do. But a demonstration is harmless. Enthea, you know the feeling of conflict?”

“Very well.”

“And the feeling of serenity?” Laki asks, starting to undress.

“Um, yes. Is it necessary to be nude to meditate?”

“Of course not. You’ll understand in a moment. Keep your clothes on, sit down and watch. But don’t be distracted by what you see,” Laki cautions her, kneeling on the floor of the cabin. She’s naked, so Enthea has **** but to notice that she has quite a few serious scars and old wounds.

“Use the ****. Feel the room,” Laki says, then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Enthea watches and feels as calm envelops the space. The conflict in Enthea is minimal. The older woman’s nudity is distracting, but not overwhelming. Enthea regulates her breathing and concentrates. There is no conflict at all in Laki, just a peaceful smile on her face.

After a moment, her penis swells. Enthea is distracted by that, watching it harden, fat, angry veins appearing on the underside of the shaft.

There’s still no conflict or disorder, just a fluttery excitement. Laki’s expression doesn’t change. She looks just like Obi-Wan when he meditates. Enthea feels the sensations in the room ebbing and flowing, but it’s a calm rhythm.

Laki exhales, and without warning, thick streams of semen erupt, falling across the floor. Her breathing is easy and even. Her penis softens, and after a few minutes, she opens her eyes.

She takes a deep breath, and Enthea keeps her eyes off the sparkling cum on the floor and off her body.

“Did you feel that? After?” Laki asks. “Serenity.”

“Yes, Master Laki.”

“Instead of putting off the fight, give in, get it over with, and then be free. Obi-Wan teaches you to master the **** first and care for yourself second. If you do it the other way around, you may find that everything is considerably easier.”

“Yes, Master Laki.”

Laki smiles. “I suppose I’ll clean this up. And I suppose you’ll need to see to that,” she adds.

Enthea glances down at where her hands are folded in her lap to hide her erection.

“I’m all right,” she says.

“I know. You did well. You are learning, and I’ve no doubt that you have the tenacity to master it through brute **** if you choose to. But why fight something so pleasurable if you could just as easily be at peace with it?” Laki asks, putting her clothes back on and using a towel to wipe up the mess.

“There must be a reason that so few Jedi are able to be at peace with it,” Enthea suggests.

“Perhaps. Go on. I see through you, young Padawan.”

“Yes, Master Laki.” Embarrassed, Enthea stands up and goes to the door, looking both ways before slipping out and heading toward the bathroom. With the image of what just happened fresh in her mind, she’ll be able to relieve her own tension quickly and easily. She lets herself in, only to find the shower occupied.

Obi-Wan’s new figure isn’t so different from Enthea’s; they’re the same height, but the difference is their skin: where hers is black, rough, and dry, his is soft, pink, and smooth. His back was to her, but he hears the door and turns to look. Enthea’s eyes pop open as his full, round breasts come into view. Wearing his oversized robes, she’d had no idea that he was endowed that way.

He freezes as she gets ready to panic. But instead of getting angry, he just sighs, looking down at himself.

“I just need a moment, Enthea,” he says tiredly, turning back around to resume washing his hair. “Absurdity,” he mutters.

“Of course, Master,” she says, mouth dry, her eyes on his lithe hips and round backside. “Of course,” she admits, going back into the corridor and closing the door. There, she leans against the wall, breathing hard.

“Conflict?” Laki asks lightly, brushing past her.

Enthea gives her a frustrated look.

“Have you tried meditating?” Laki asks with a grin, then cackles as she disappears into the cockpit.